In times of plenty when life was good and pleasant, when song was constant and laughter abounded throughout the land of the Nardor, the crops and fruit grew in abundance, the rains fell,
birds chirped and the bees hummed. Such was the life of the Nardor who gave homage to their
god the giant armadillo for their good fortune. It did not last for the king had succumbed to a neigbouring kingdom whose influence and persuasiveness through wealth, riches and deceit had bought the people to its knees. Over time they had become slaves in their own land to a foreign ruler and tongue. Deprived of their rights they were driven out of their towns and
cities into the desolate and wastelands of this foreign land to make bricks. Weeping and despair was now the constant companion of the Nardor including their king who also was exiled from his own land and where the tent became his home.During one of their rare occasions where they were able to find rest and peace from the harassment of their enemies, a stranger dressed in armoured mail similar to the armadillo, with a steel plated helmet covering his head rode into the camp of the Nardor. They wondered at this, because to them he and his
horse resembled The Giant Armadillo the people surrounded him quickly, and starting shouting it is Arma! it is Arma! Lifting his hand in greeting the stranger silenced the crowd and told them he was not the giant armadillo but
Maglor. Their king(known as Tangril) stepped forward and greeted Maglor and told him of their demise and what once was. Hearing of this Maglor's heart was stirred up with pity and promised to rescue them and restore them to their land of
Arda. The promise was kept and Maglor was offered the king's daughter Adril in marriage. From this union was borne three sons and three daughters. Amadril the first born, Mallon the second son, Midril the eldest daughter, Dallon the third son Tadril the second daughter and Marigold the youngest and ancestor of the House of
Hobbits.